Tuesday, March 29, 2011


apparently my work computer is not blogger friendly. so my last post appears a really long paragraph. it's ugly, i know, but worth reading. (sorry!)

how to put up a backsplash and stay married

It seems it's easy to do home improvement projects in harmony as a couple. I watch A LOT of HGTV. I see the naive couples look at each other and say, "We can totally take down this wall and open up the kitchen!" Cut to the scene where the man is trying to hold up a wall with his back while the Sheetrock rains down on him, the woman holding a sledge hammer, shaking her head with a look of disdain. I'm proud to say that this weekend, that was NOT me and Mr. KK. Oh, we've had our share of - ahem - renovation fun. In fact, we're such big house nerds, that since we've lived in Boston we have "Home Improvement Fridays", which pretty much means that we stay in, order some food, and tackle a project. In our current house, many times that project was hanging something on the walls. Now, let me preface this by saying that once I paint a wall, I'm rather* selective as to what goes on it. Also, I hate putting holes in a fresh wall. Case in point: 75% of our second floor is bare walls. We've lived in the house for over 5 years. I have issues. *VERY Also, our house is old and has plaster walls (read: they crumble like feta the minute you tap them with a nail). Hanging something on plaster walls is maddening. I think that as a new form of punishment for crimes, felons should be told they have to hang 100 pictures on plaster walls, perfectly straight. We are renovating a house that it seems we will NEVER move into (separate blog post to discuss THAT ridiculousness). We're at the point when all of the big stuff is done, so we spend weekends filling in nail holes in the trim with plaster (with my small fingers, which haven't seen a manicure since DECEMBER), painting (and re-painting) the walls and...the back splash. It was back-breaking work, but for 6 hours on Saturday, we harmoniously created this:

Friday, March 18, 2011

reason #389 why i love mr. kk

Yesterday we exchanged the following texts:

ME: "Katie Perry is going to be in concert in June!!! Would you go and see her with me?"

(read: will you go to a concert with me that is going to be filled with women and 12-year-olds singing 'baby, you're a fiiiiiirework...come and let your colors buuuuurn')

MR. KK: "Sure!"

(read: yes. and I will even use an exclamation point because i know it will make your day.)

Sunday, March 6, 2011

I want my $2.00!

I love the grocery store. It's like my Mecca. I love nothing more than strolling the aisles on a Saturday morning around 7:30am, tea in hand, planning my weekly menu before the rest of the world wakes up.

This past Saturday morning, Mr. KK was up and wanted to join me.

So together we headed out. I don't want to sound like a senior citizen, but can you believe the price of groceries these days?? Pretty soon I'll have to choose between electricity and pork chops.

We grabbed a bag of frozen raw shrimp, something I always have in the freezer. The jumbo 21-25 count were on sale for 15.98, $4.00 off.

After we checked out and dropped a small fortune (seriously, why can I NOT escape the grocery store for under $100??) I was reviewing my receipt and saw that they only took $2.00 off the shrimp, making them $17.98 instead of $15.98.

KK: "I'm going to the service desk. The shrimp rang up wrong."

Mr. KK gave me that look, the one that says 'oh good lord you're going to embarrass me'.

I know it was only $2.00, but it was about principal.

Standing in line at the service desk, Mr. KK looked like as happy as he would were he waiting for a rectal exam.

KK: "Why don't you start putting the groceries in the car...I know how uncomfortable this makes you."

I'm not sure I even finished my sentence before seeing the back of his head.

When it was my turn I explained the situation. The girl first checked the circular (no luck), then called the seafood department. Twice.

SERVICE GIRL: "These aren't the ones on sale for $15.98. The smaller ones are."

KK: "These are the size on the sign. In the bin."

I'm a writer. I read EVERYTHING.

We have a staring contest until she says, "I can give you the $2.00 difference even though those aren't the ones on sale."

KK: "I will take the $2.00, since those ARE the ones on sale."

I proudly took my money and walked out.

When Mr. KK saw me I flashed the two bills.

And I would have waited twice as long for half the amount of money.

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